Molly loved the fall. Sherlock did too although he would never admit it. They loved the colour of the trees, the cold breezy air, and the abundance of squirrels that were busy gathering nuts for winter. Which is exactly why they chose to go apple picking.

"This looks like a good tree."

"Sherlock you said that about the last 50 trees we've pasted."

"I mean it this time! Look at how many apples there are on that one."

Molly looked over at the tree Sherlock was next to. It was full of bright red apples just as Sherlock had said. "I suppose this one isn't so bad." Molly said while Sherlock sighed in relief. If Molly glanced over one more tree he was going to die. He set up the ladder and held it steady for Molly to climb. Molly made it up the first few steps and suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Sherlock asked.

"Oh nothing." Molly lied. "I may just be a bit afraid of heights."

Sherlock sighed. "Then please explain to me again as to why you decided to go apple picking?"

"It seemed like a good idea at first!" Molly protested. Sherlock continued to hold the ladder steady.

"It's okay Molly. I have the ladder steady. Just balance yourself."

Molly took a deep breath and climbed the rest of the way up the ladder. She thought she was okay. That was until she had to actually get into the tree.

"Sherlock I'm going to fall."

"Molly I fell off a building and I survived."

"That's not funny."

"Sorry."

Molly grabbed hold of the branches around her and sat on a branch that supported her weight.

"I'm up!" She called triumphantly down to Sherlock.

"I knew you could do it. Do you see any apples?"

Molly saw tons of apples. She picked hundreds of them until the bucket they had brought was full. Sherlock helped Molly down the ladder and they both made their way home.